Snape's POV

9:30am, I already have a headache, the classroom was unlocked when I arrived and the storage room rummaged through, now I have to work out which one of the brats broke in.

I'm sitting behind my desk; my only protection from the dreaded class I have in front of me. I listened to Minerva about pairing my snakes and the gryffindors together. So far...There have been fewer disasters than normal. Potter and Malfoy are paired together and their potion seems to be perfect.

I quickly go to the cupboard to grab Powdered bicorn horn for my next class; Ravenclaw they are more than capable of brewing polyjuice potion without much tutoring needed.

I'm just coming out and see Potters potion boiling over and spitting yellow liquid out which most definitely isn't right seeing as it's supposed to be purple. I quickly run over and yell at everyone to get out whilst trying to contain the potion, how can a calming draught go wrong? I cast a quick diagnostic charm and a cooling charm; I start to cast a banishing charm when everything goes black.

I open my eyes and I see white and I'm lying down, I look to the side and I realize I'm in the hospital wing; I must not have been quick enough, damn Potter and his bloody potion.

I sit up and I see Pomfrey running towards me with a collection of potions, but not looking at me which is unusual she's normally tutting at me or shaking her head..Maybe she's pulling a joke or something serious has happened. I continue to watch her whilst she casts a diagnostic charm and then mutters to herself, and then shoves potions down my throat giving me no time to register what it is. Everything starts to spin and I can feel her holding me whilst lowering me down back onto the bed.

When I wake up I see Pomfrey and Dumbledore talking on the other side of the room, I try to sit up but everything goes dizzy and lie back down again, Pomfrey comes over and sits me up, propping pillows behind me. I look to Dumbledore for a bit of confirmation or explanation for Pomfrey's silence but he just looks at me, smiling and nodding slightly.

"Headmaster, I assure you it was just a small potions incident, I'm more than fine."

"Oh yes, of course Severus…you are looking very good…very young indeed"

"Young? Headmaster, I don't understand…" I suddenly stop, my voice...It's…different, higher, I look at my hands and they aren't stained…my left arm has no mark…

I look up to the headmaster and then to Pomfrey and then back to the headmaster, I scramble to get out of bed to find a mirror or something to find out what I indeed look like, I fall out of bed, my legs are shorter! Crap! Dumbledore catches me and pulls me into him and I struggle to escape but he holds me tight whispering for me to calm down. I slowly calm down, resting into him. He's so tall…I start to sob, I don't like to show being weak however the realization that I'm back to being the age I hated the most and not knowing what to do is too overwhelming.

Dumbledore carries on hugging me, saying soothing words as I hold onto him for dear life, I don't know how long it's been now but at some point he picked me up and I'm back in bed still holding onto him. For an old man he is quite strong or I'm just small. I suppose as a teenager I was very short for my age, skinny and possibly even more pale; probably weighed hardly anything, it wasn't until I left Hogwarts I finally had my growth spurt.

I can feel him tugging away and trying to give me a potion; a sleeping draught, I happily drink it and everything fades into darkness.